#one of the kindest and most thoughtful people i have ever had the pleasure of following

[bo0mcat]

Hi Joker Out Tumblr!

I’m not very active here but after seeing all the comments regarding the recent JokerOutSubs interview in London I had to respond.

I was the one who went to go and interview them in London and the response over the last couple of days has been incredibly emotional, and incredibly overwhelming, so firstly, thank you all, from the bottom of my heart, for making me so indescribably happy. Seeing people say that they felt safe watching this interview, and that it’s going to be a comfort video for them, actually brought me to tears on a number of occasions.

I wanted to respond to a few comments that I’ve seen. The questions were mostly devised by me and @alephai . When we were perfecting the questions and going over ways we could make them as respectful as possible, she suggested that we ask permission from Bojan before jumping into personal questions about his anxiety. I immediately agreed and I’m so glad we insisted on keeping it in, even as the questions went through several redrafts. We are both strong advocates of mental health acceptance, and I certainly understand on a personal level how challenging it can be to talk about. We wanted to make sure he had the opportunity to not talk about it, if he didn’t want to, and we were prepared for multiple scenarios.

We also decided right from the beginning that we didn’t want to put our own interpretations on the band. We wanted to frame the questions so they could answer anything they wanted to them, and make it clear that we’re not trying to sensationalise or find some kind of clickbaity quote. A looooot of thought, time and effort went into the questions and we think that the band could sense that there was a lot of love, respect, and genuine admiration for what they do in them. We’re really glad everyone else noticed it too!

We were also really mindful that the questions flowed neatly into one another - for instance, the questions about Bojan’s anxiety got steadily less personal and lighter so it would move smoothly into the questions about music. Again I’ve seen loads of comments about this and it’s so validating to see that the hard work put in was noticed.

We were extremely mindful of appropriate boundaries, and kept the knowledge that we’re ultimately strangers to them front and centre. The main goal on the day was to be as professional as possible. I’m genuinely so happy that they felt relaxed and comfortable enough to open up. I’m glad to say there was never a moment in the room where there was any tension, it truly felt like having a chat with friends! Afterwards, Bojan asked me if I were a professional journalist (which I am not) and it really made me incredibly happy. They are all absolutely sweethearts and some of the warmest, kindest people I’ve had the pleasure to spend an hour with.

The aftermath of the interview was one of the most intense weeks of my life and I have to shout out to every member of @jokeroutsubs who worked on this one. The dedication I saw from the subtitles, translators and video editors was insane. Lots of conversations at mad hours of the morning trying to get this out to the highest possible quality, and I am, as ever, bowled over by the JOS team. To say that joining up with them has been life changing is an absolute understatement, and I’m glad to say that through JOS I’ve met a series of women without whom I can no longer imagine my life. Strong, intelligent women from all over Europe who I now consider to be my sisters, and whom I love incredibly dearly.

I have to mention the message at the end of the interview. This was the product of many months of conversation about the impact of Joker Out on Slovene society between me and several members of the slo team, something that it’s been amazing to learn about from the perspective of an English girl, and we’re so glad we had an opportunity to tell them. Massive thank you again for all the voice notes I was sent to help me practice my pronunciation. I wanted to make sure it was as good as I could possibly manage to show my respect for the Slovenian people, language and culture.

Lastly I wanted to say thank you for all the messages I’ve received complimenting me on this interview. Credit in this case has to be shared between so many people. It was truly a team effort and I’m just so happy I could contribute in giving something back to a band I love and admire, and a community that embraced me with open arms during a difficult time in my life.

I love you all, and thank you all for your wonderful words. X

[tf-lover]

I know I’ve already wished you a happy birthday but I can’t help the opportunity to do it here as well. Just wanted to make sure that you know I love you and that I feel proud to call you my boyfriend. You’re one of the kindest people I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing and I’m sure anyone who’s spoken to you knows that just as well. I feel so lucky to know you and have you in my life and I’m grateful that we were somehow able to meet through the unlikeliness of Tumblr messages of all places hahah! You deserve the world and I hope I’m able to give it to you ❤️

That said I’m glad you’re enjoying my present so far. It wasn’t easy to get my hands on that nanotech body suit. Expensive thing but well worth the money with how easily customisable it is at any time. I know you’re probably gonna be spending the majority of your time as a massive black stud but I can’t wait to see what other bodies you try out with all the customisation as well!

Of course I had to save the best of all of these birthday asks for last. ❤️

I couldn't ask for a sweeter man to call mine. That day I was bored at work and reading stories then messaged you from my main accidentally was one of the best and most unlikely outcomes ever. I wouldn't change a second of anything that led you to being the most wonderful boyfriend I could have asked for. I love you Mr Wavell, I can't wait for the rest of our days together.

That being said, I'm sure you all saw this picture I posted with the original post getting you to send asks in. That, if you can believe it was how I woke up! Already in the suit and programmed to look like my favourite stud, my boyfriend definitely knows me well. It was wild to say the very least waking up and feeling genuinely different; I thought I was seeing things at first until I rubbed the sleep from my eyes.

Of course then when he walked in and called me by this body's name I knew who was responsible. After all the roleplays we've done this was really taking it to a new level with him acting like he was totally unaware of me being anyone other than Ched.

Still, I've had plenty of other fun with the suit too!

Taken a ride through a load of my other favourite men's bodies and fucked or been fucked in all of them. Flipped my gender and spent an afternoon teasing him about being a straight guy whilst riding his cock and making him grope my tits. Became a copy of him too for a little bit just to play out the twin fantasy.

I've had all sorts of kinky fun to say the least, but at the end of the day we both know who I'm always coming back to.

Like you suggested I started playing around with the customisation settings this morning. How do we think dreads suit me? There's a few other surprises too, but you'll have to find those out for yourself. All the hint I'll give you is try sucking my nipples next time we're alone together and see what happens. 😜

Thank you again though for the new suit, and for everything else you do to make my life better with you in it. ❤️

[heavenlyraindrops]

♱ Father Forgive Me (For I have Sinned) ~Chapter Eleven ♱

Lucifer Morningstar x Angel!Reader Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Chapter Eleven Warnings: profanity Click on the first tag to see all the other chapters

♱Where the purest soul in Heaven falls for the Devil♱

[Chapter Eleven]

You groaned, prising open a tube of concealer. You looked in the mirror. The guests were due to arrive in an hour.

I hope she doesn’t look like him, you thought mutedly, applying a few dots to your under eye. You pulled away, fixing your hair, and sighed. You looked like your old self again. Did you feel like your old self?

Well, hardly. 

You let your hair fall around your face, before stepping across the now-spotless living room towards your phone, which lay on the kitchen counter. It beeped. It was from Sera: Coming soon.

You typed back hastily. Ready. Then set the phone back on the table.

You sighed. 

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You smoothed down your top, watching Sera’s unmistakable silhouette approach down the street, three shorter figures in tow. You recognised Emily, her excited self buzzing around two more unfamiliar people. Your throat closed up as they got closer.

“And as for where you’ll be staying,” Sera was saying. She paused, eyes flicking to you. She glanced at you up and down, taking in your appearance which was more refined than the last time she saw you, and nodded slightly with approval, a gentle flick of the head that was barely noticeable. “This here is [name]. She’s one of our best angels here. The kindest soul you’ll ever meet.” Her hand closed around your shoulder and you couldn’t bring it in you to smile. 

Your gaze drank in the two demons- and you figured out which one was Charlie immediately. The red spots on her cheeks and soft blonde hair was unmistakable. Her eyes glowed at you, bright and friendly. 

 Your eyes shifted quickly to the other sinner, not being able to look at her for too long. And the sight knocked the breath out of you. 

You let out a small gasp, but the pleading look on her face shut you up. You knew her. She was an exorcist, the one Lute hated, the one who’s eye had been cut out by Lute. You could guess just by her missing eye, and the fact that the energy she exuded was most certainly angelic. 

“This is Charlie Morningstar, and her companion.”

You forced a smile onto your face and stretched out your hand. “It’s a pleasure.”

Charlie took it, shaking it excitedly. “Hi! Thank you so much for taking us in.” She looked at Vaggie, who you nodded at, a ghost of a smile on your lips as you extended your hand towards her too, which she took gingerly. “I’m Charlie, and that’s Vaggie. Even though Sera already said.” Her smile was bright and enquiring. It warmed you up, a lump in your throat rising up as you remembered Lucifer. 

You nodded again at Sera, who nodded back. 

“See you later!” Emily said cheerfully, before her and Sera flew off into the distance. You spun around, keeping your eyes glued to the ground. 

“We should go inside,” you said briskly. You could hear Charlie conversing excitedly with Vaggie behind you as you entered. 

You stepped aside to let them in before shutting the door gently behind them. You looked up. Charlie was looking around in wonder. 

“It’s so clean,” she said, then turned to you. “I hope you didn’t clean up just for us,” she murmured apologetically. You smiled and squeezed her hand. 

“Don’t worry, love. It’s always like this.” 

She flushed and smiled, turning back to Vaggie. You cleared your throat. 

“Feel free to explore,” you said, gesturing around the house. “Your rooms are upstairs. I just need to finish up some stuff here.”

You pulled out your phone while they went inside, tipping your head down to type. You heard someone clear their throat. You glanced up. It was Vaggie.

“Vaggie,” you smiled at her. She cleared her throat, shifting from foot to foot nervously, before something in her seemed to click and her face turned firm. 

“I know that you know,” she began, and you held up a hand to quiet her.

“Don’t worry, love. I won’t tell a soul.” You smiled at her gently, and for a moment she looked like she would burst into tears but then something in her seemed to shift again before she cleared her throat.

“Thanks,” she said gruffly. “That’s nice of you, I…I appreciate it.”

You heard something thud from your room. 

You burst in, to see Charlie standing in the middle, shocked. “Sorry,” she stammered. “I just walked in, and…” You saw something clutched in her hand. 

The red feather.

Without thinking, you snatched it away from her. She looked shocked and guilty all at once, a mixture of emotions written across her face that made you stomach churn. Cradling the precious keepsake, you stumbled back. 

“I’m sorry,” she repeated. You laughed, nervously. It came out hysterical. You could feel Vaggie standing in the doorway, her eyes on your back. 

“It’s fine,” you managed to choke out. Her eyes landed, intent, on the feather, before flicking back up to meet yours anxiously.

“I really didn’t mean to snoop around,” she began. You pocketed the feather and put your hand on her shoulder, steering her out of the room.

“It’s fine,” you repeated again, more calmed down now. She twisted her head to look back at you. “Believe me.”

“I’ll show you to your rooms,” you said, frazzled.

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“I didn’t know if you were sharing a room or staying in separate ones, so I kept two ready just in case,” you explained, gesturing to the doors on either side of the corridor. Vaggie and Charlie both exchanged a glance, which made your heart pound. Charlie turned to you. 

“[name], you’re the nicest person we’ve ever met,” she said abruptly. You blinked, then laughed nervously, again.

“Oh, I mean, you’ve probably met nicer-“

“She’s humble too!” 

You could have swore there were tears in her eyes, and wondered if she was usually so dramatic. It was endearing. “Charlie… don’t worry about it.”

A minute she was standing around you, and then another minute she was engulfing you in a hug. You didn’t mind, however, wrapping your arms around her. “You’re the coolest,” she mumbled, voice muffled by your shoulder. “I walked into your room and invaded your privacy and you didn’t even get mad, and I feel awful. But you forgave me.” You chuckled nervously, again.

 I fucked your dad, was what you thought. “It isn’t really a big deal,” was what you said. 

Vaggie prised her off of you. “Give her some space, Charlie.” 

“Sorry,” Charlie stuttered. You laughed. 

“Don’t worry about it. Now go on. Good luck in court.” You flicked your head at their room. They entered, flashing smiles at you as they did so. Vaggie paused, her foot in the door.

“Won’t you be there? In court, I mean.” Her eyes were serious.

You shook your head, clasping your hands behind your back. She frowned. “I know you, [name]. I remember you. You’re one of the greatest angels in heaven. If you’d heard the things Sera had said about you to us, you would have fainted.”

You sucked in a breath. “They worry that I’ll be influenced since you guys are living here with me, that’s why.” Normally, they wouldn’t be worried about you, but you didn’t have the heart to mention that Adam had most likely come up with that reason to keep you out of court. Vaggie frowned at the look on your face, then nodded, before entering the room. The door shut softly. You stood there awkwardly in the hallway, even after the door had shut.

You sighed, then pulled out the feather. It was bent from your scuffle with Charlie. You quickly brought to your lips, before setting it back in your pocket. 

“[name]?” 

You looked up. “Charlie. Didn’t you go inside?”

“I just came back out now. Didn’t you…didn’t you hear me?”

You had been too preoccupied with your thoughts to notice a thing. “I’m afraid not.” You took a step back. “Sorry, it’s weird that I’m still out here, right? I was just thinking about…things.”

Charlie nodded slowly. “I just need to ask you some things,” she said, and her voice was solemn. You pulled back, shrinking into yourself. 

“Can I see that bracelet?”

Your eyes fell to your wrist.

For a moment you couldn’t speak, your voice had eluded you: yet you managed to utter a single: “No.”

She looked taken aback for a second, and you felt taken aback too. You cleared your throat. “I’m sorry.” She smiled reassuringly. You flushed. 

“It’s fine. Can you at least tell me…where the feather came from?” She fiddled with her fingers, chewing her lip nervously. You shook your head, speechless. She looked disappointed.

“It’s alright, I understand.” She smiled again, and you smiled back, relieved at her genuine expression.

“Goodnight, Princess Charlie,” you said gently. 

“Goodnight, [name],” she said softly, shutting the door. The corridor dimmed.

You took in a shaky breath, returning to your room. You slipped the feather under your pillow.

“Good night,” you whispered under your breath. 

♱♱♱ A/N: ik i said I’d slow down posting but then I went to class and wrote this so here you go

Not Charlie wondering why this random lady has her dads feather and bracelet ☠️

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[elvisabutler]

i'm on my knees and i can't wait to taste your rain

summary: austin is such a good boy for his mama. the best of boys especially at the oscars. rating: m. word count: 1943 ( blurbs, i said. blurbs. ) warnings: mommy kink. oral ( f ). dom/sub dynamic. anxiety attacks being alluded to as well as general anxiety. public play. vibrating cockring. orgasm control. the oscars? author's note: so. welcome to day three of kinktober: mommy kink with austin. if i haven't made it very clear, i love writing sub austin so much. you could give me a million prompts of it and i'd enjoy writing this man being a good boy. absolute puppy of a man, y'all. also treat me nice fans, peep me dropping sub austin in another closet/bathroom. i'm really enjoying kinktober, y'all. if you knew the things i had up my sleeves. also gif credit to @karamelcoveredolicity who blessed us all with this.

Austin is a good boy, a good man, a good puppy. He's polite to a fault, hardworking and one of the kindest souls you have every had the pleasure of knowing. Austin is gorgeous but seems to enjoy pretending he isn't, he seems to enjoy pretending that if acting doesn't pan out he could model. It'd be annoying on anyone but Austin.

But Austin is also one of the more anxious people you've met. He stays too much in his own head and can't always get himself out of it. You realize this when he's so nervous for an interview that he's shaking and no matter what trick or technique he tried he couldn't calm himself. The only thing that had worked was your hands on his shoulders telling he'd be okay over and over until you had heard him say "I heard you, mama" softly. The phrase sends such a shock to your system that you drop your hands so quickly you'd have thought Austin's skin was on fire. Austin's eyes widen and he opens his mouth to say something- anything- to explain himself before he's dragged to the proper backstage. You weren't his mama, you had done something like that other people, but to Austin? No, that hadn't crossed your mind. You weren't sure if you could do it. You stay in the dressing room until Austin comes back in. His lower lip is essentially completely in his mouth has he gnaws on it. You frown realizing just how far he's back in his head looking at you.

"Tell mama what's wrong, baby boy." You whisper as you stand up and take his hands in your own.

The relief on his face at your words and the way he sags against your body tell you that you made the right choice with your words that night. You learned just how much he needed a mama like you, someone to help him, someone to be there for him when others wouldn't be or wouldn't do. It made you wonder why you ever thought you couldn't do this with him. As he said that night and so many other nights in your lap.

"I think you might have been made just for me. Just to be my mama and to live your own life."

He only ever has said it in your lap, you never press about it otherwise.

Oscar season was going to be rough no matter what, you both knew this. It's why you had made sure that your schedule- as packed as it normally was at the beginning of the year was clear. It was an adjustment, telling your job that yes, you needed this time blocked off and if anyone needed your help you'd be available to talk but not for extensive amounts of time. You didn't usually attach conditions to your relationship with Austin, either as his mama or as his girlfriend but you had asked him to after award season was done to respect the fact that you were going to basically be living at the office. He had agreed with a bit of a pouty lip, but he was an adult, he could handle it.

It's the night of the ceremony and you specifically had told Austin that while it was the most important night of his life, he also needed to be in the moment enough to enjoy it. The two of you had come up with the idea of the vibrating cockring. By now- months from that interview you had learned that controlling when Austin could orgasm- controlling how hard his cock could be- was the best way to ensure he stayed focused and in the moment with you. You know you're not famous enough to be next to him in the cast pictures, you're not famous at all really but you still try and stay close, the remote for his cock ring in the pocket of your dress. It's in one of the photos on the red carpet that you see his hand shaking behind Priscilla's back and you turn up the vibration setting one level.

You can hear his intake of breath from a distance and you see his hand has stopped shaking before you realize that he's walking over to you with eyes that have had their pupils overtake most of the iris. His hand moves to grab your arm in an attempt to pull you close enough for him to whisper in your ear.

"Mama, I can't- you can't do that when I'm by Priscilla, she thought something was wrong." He practically hisses. There's no malice in his tone just worry that he exposed himself.

You smile for the cameras that are taking both of your pictures before leaning in to his ear and turning the vibration up one more level. "I'm your mama, baby boy, I can do it when I want. You were shaking. You needed it."

He opens his mouth to deny it before you raise your eyebrows and tilt your head just so, a sign that he knows means you will accept no arguments from him. Instead he shuts his mouth and moves to kiss you, something he knows the camera will enjoy. Austin Butler, man of the hour, the one who's likely to be the only one to take on Brendan Fraser for the best actor prize, kissing his lawyer girlfriend. He grabs your face as he's done a million times, both hands cupping your cheeks and you for once mirror him in front of the cameras, your own hands moving to cup his cheeks. He nuzzles into them and you can't help the soft smile that crosses your lips as you kiss him when you feel it.

"Color, baby boy?" You ask as you pull away.

"Green." A beat, and a murmur. "Need you though, mama. Need to taste your pussy when we go in. Please?"

You chuckle softly as you pull away. "Be good and we'll see."

Being good was a challenge, it shouldn't have been but you decided to up the ante to make sure Austin didn't start to panic about what was going to be happening tonight. What might not happen tonight. By the time you and him are at the end of the red carpet Austin's practically vibrating as if the cockring is making his whole body vibrate with it. His arm is around you and his mouth is by your ear the second you're away from the constant flashes of cameras.

"Please mama, please, I've been good. You're being mean but I'm such a good boy. Such a great boy for you." The words come out in what sounds like Elvis's southern drawl, half slurred and you find that it does something for you. Enough of something that you find yourself dragging him to the nearest room with a lock and forcing him in there. The second the door is locked you're bunching up your dress. The joys of buying your own and wearing it, you didn't have to worry about a designer getting mad you wrecked it.

"On your knees, Austin." You say as you shimmy out of your underwear.

He doesn't even hesitate his knees hitting the floor with a thump that has you wincing before you feel his tongue against your slit, causing a surprised "oh" to leave your mouth. He blows a puff of cold air against the warm line he had just left before humming and diving in. He eats you out like a man starved, his tongue flicking at your clit before dipping into your cunt a pale imitation of his dick or his fingers but the sensation of something slipping in and out of your cunt as quick as his tongue does has you gripping at the table behind you. He pulls away when he realizes your hands aren't in his hair.

"Hair, mama."

Two words before he's back against your core, focusing his attention on sucking at your clit, his faint 5 o'clock shadow scraping at cunt and the insides of your thighs. You let your hands move down to his hair, pulling it and earning a groan as well as a shiver from him. You know you have to be quiet, you two can't get caught, not tonight of all nights so you bite your lips even as you feel Austin's fingers join his tongue, curling just so to have your hips bucking against his face his nose putting pressure on your clit. You two are going to get caught but maybe it's worth it. Maybe it's worth it to make your baby boy happy, to give him the reward he deserved for being so good on the red carpet. To give him an incentive to be good throughout the ceremony.

"Such a good boy for your mama, Austin. The best boy a mama can ask for, god, baby, right there, fuck-" You whimper your thighs clenching around his head as you feel yourself right on the edge of coming. Austin smiles against you and nips at your clit and you clench even tighter as your toes curl and you lean back, your head hitting the wall behind you and your back arching before you come back down in a flash. Austin doesn't stop licking, almost as if he's trying to clean up the mess he made of you before he pulls back, his mouth covered in your juices.

"Best boy?" His eyes are a little lidded, but not enough that you're concerned for his well being. This is what he needed, this should settle him enough for most of the ceremony.

Your hand moves to the lapel of his jacket and you use the grip to pull him up to a standing position as best as you can. "The absolute best boy. A boy who's earned not having the cock ring on. Because mama knows her best boy can hold off on coming without it. Can't he?"

He nods slowly as he watches your hand sneak into his pants and with an ease he marvels at, manage to get the ring off without too much trouble. He sees your underwear on the floor and grabs them as you put the cock ring in your clutch. You eye the underwear until he says something.

"Can I keep them for a good luck charm tonight?" He asks, his face contorting into what you'd like to say is the best impression of a puppy dog that you've ever seen before. It makes your heart hurt and feel so full of love that you can't help but kiss Austin before you answer, tasting yourself on his lips.

"You can. Going to keep being a good boy tonight?" It's a question you don't need to ask but you figure checking in won't hurt as you straighten out your dress.

"With your panties in my pocket? Why wouldn't I be, mama?" He looks in the mirror and fixes his hair before turning to you. "Back out to that?"

"Back out to that, baby boy." You nod, taking his hand and squeezing it. "You're gonna win. Trust me when Mama says that."

He does and when he's thanking his mama in his speech everyone thinks he's just talking about Lori. And you know he is, but you also know his eyes don't ever leave yours when he says I couldn't have done this without my mama and you know it wasn't just her he was talking about. He might be the best boy in all of world to you, but to him, you might just be the best mama in all of the world.

[sprout-fics]

I dont know if this’ll make sense so I will try my best, but I hope in the end it’ll just help ease the anxiety you might have cause I’m normally a silent observer and like watching and reading and enjoying from afar

But you know Christmas cacti? It’s a plain little succulent that quietly makes a space in your home green and pleasant? But during the cold months it’ll make these bright beautiful flowers that are just so vibrant and pretty compared to the leaves and it’s hard not to look at cause gosh is it pretty. And they’ll stay for some time, a good couple of weeks, and then the blooms will fall off and it’s back to its sleepy self again till next season.

That’s how I come to this blog, and your writing. It’s so lovely, even when you haven’t posted anything. It’s a comfort to come back to and I enjoy each and every time cause it was great from the beginning. And when you post something new, it’s so exciting and I come running.

So if you find yourself just wanting to sit back, not posting so often, I’m very sure so many of us will come flocking to your writings or posts anyways cause even if it doesn’t last long or forever or it’s only a short time, we’ll enjoy what you have to give cause it’s a treat every single time. Like a Christmas cactus

Does that make sense? Anyways. I will always look forward for what you have to give, even if it’s weeks, months, or years in between each release of anything. Cause it’s worth it to me and it’ll feel just as good as the first, second, and third time, ya know?

Happy belated birthday, sorry I didn’t say it sooner, but take care of yourself. You deserve every good that you get so take it! 😊

I've read this message several times within the past day. I think it's one of the sweetest, kindest, most thoughtful messages I've ever had the pleasure to receive. I wish I had words to express how much I cherish it. I am so honored to be the recipient of this.

I used to feel the same way about this blog. It was a shelter from the rainstorm, a gentle place to land. Now, it makes me anxious and nervous- like being thrust outside into a gale and not knowing where to go. I think it's time I take a long, very long break. I tried to take one a little bit ago, but I don't think it solved the root issue of why I'm not enjoying myself, whatever that may be. I wish I knew. I wish I knew so I could fix it.

I'll be gone for a while. I'll still be uploading to ao3, but I don't find myself having the energy to crosspost here anymore. I'm not going to stop writing, but I am going to start doing it in a way where I'm writing for myself again, and not for others. I need to find the thing that made me start writing in the first place, so that if and when I come back, it will be through joy, not through an obligation of doing things just to do them. I have to stop treating myself like a content machine.

I'll still reblog things to @sprout-fics-reblogs probably. I like being here and seeing others' art and fics. I just won't be posting myself. I think I'm going to turn off asks as well. Just trying to shrink down and allow this blog to go dormant.

I appreciate every single person who has reached out to me. I have so many kind people following me and I think I take that for granted sometimes. Thank you. If you want to reach out to me, feel free to DM me, and I'll send you my discord.

Talk soon. Thank you. I love you. Bye.

[dragonwritersblog]

King Of My Heart

Funnybunny Week Day Five: Gods AU . Pomni, Goddess of Life. Jax, God of Death. Such polar opposites yet share the most precious bond that the universes have ever seen.

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Hey guys! Its day five and we have my fav prompt of the week, gods au! I'm so excited for you guys to see what I've gotten cooked up.

Also, there is a mention of child death but it is very, very brief but I don't want you guys to go into this without that information. As always, I will label (1) when it will start and (2) when it ends. If this is something that triggers you please feel free to skip this fic, your mental health matters.

Other than that, enjoy! <3

And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa And all at once, you're all I want, I'll never let you go King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa - King Of My Heart by Taylor Swift

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The best thing to compare the gods with was the wind. You may not see it, smell it, touch it, but they were always there to walk with you during your day. Some gods would even use the wind to get where they need to be, and if mortals were really lucky, they could sense if they were really by their side or not.

One in particular who loved to visit earth was Pomni, the goddess of life herself. She always adored seeing each soul she molded and breathed into the earth going about how they wanted to live their lives. She loved seeing their passions, their commitments, their dreams. Nothing else could fill her with pride than seeing her souls carry out the best and happiest lives they ever imagined.

But it didn’t mean that it hurt when the souls she created went into another direction, to go down a darker path that she couldn’t pull them away from. It pained her when the beings that she put onto the earth became the worst things she could ever imagine. 

She knew she shouldn’t blame herself, after all she was only responsible for creating life, not to control it, those souls' actions were their own and never her fault. But it didn’t mean that she never felt guilt for creating those souls in the first place, even if she couldn’t see the outcome of their actions. 

But there was one other god that steered her away from her self-blame, one that made it his mission to make sure she knew that it was never her fault. One that was the bane of her immortal existence, but somehow made it all the more better by being in it. One that went by the name of-

“Jax,” Pomni felt herself grinning as the other god walked up next to her, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Only your presence my dear,” The rabbitoid god bowed. 

Jax, the god of death. He was spawned into creation around the same time of Pomni, meaning he knew her the longest than any of the other gods within the heavens. He was her best friend, and her soulmate (even if the two didn’t acknowledge it after many millennia). If Pomni was responsible for gifting life, Jax was the one who guided them to the next plane of existence.

It wasn’t a dark job as most mortals believed. Yes he had to deal with the most atrocious souls and take them where they would be served the justice for the people they hurt (he always made sure to give them a taste of their own medicine for making Pomni so sad), but that didn’t mean he hadn’t met some of the kindest, thought-provoking mortals that he had the honor of guiding to the heavens.   

“Although, I am curious as to what brought you to the mortal realm this fine day my lady,” He peered down at her, a mischievous smirk on his face.

The goddess rolled her eyes at her partner, “Just observing one of my most recent creations. Her parents are taking her to her first day of elementary school, they’ve been so excited for her. It’s the sweetest thing.”

Jax turned to where she was looking, a little girl with red hair wrapped in pigtails, swaying back and forth on her feet as her parents walked with her to the front gates of the school.

“Those two were my most favorite creations,” Pomni exhaled happily, “I gotta watch them grow into the people they are today and watch them fall in love. And now they have a child of their own!”

“It really is something,” Jax mused. No matter how many times she had done this before, Pomni treated every single soul that she formed as if it were the first, it had been that way since the beginning of time. “But they are not the only ones who have experienced falling in love.” His tone held a hint of cheek.

Pomni turned round, raising a brow as she matched the cocky smirk on his face. She knew exactly where this conversation was going, “Oh?”

“I mean, judging by those two, they’ve got the whole opposites attract thing going on between them,” he observed, “Sounds a little bit like you and me.”

“Is that so?” Pomni crossed her arms as Jax continued with his little speech.

“Think about it, everything in life needs opposites in order to form the perfect balance,” he told her. “Fire and water, winter and summer, Yin and Yang…life and death?”

“And what exactly are you insinuating oh so terrifying god of death?” she teased, leaning in close to him.

“All I’m saying is the universe is giving us a lot of hints,” he replied, “You and me, the perfect opposites. We’re meant to be my dear, so how about you let me treat you right with a nice candlelit dinner under the stars tonight where we can declare how badly in love we are with one another.”

“Tempting, but I’ll have to make a rain check with that,” she said, “I have another soul to create later today, I want to keep my focus on that.”

“Always as focused as ever,” Jax let out a longing, dramatic sigh as he leaned in closer to her, “But that’s what I love about you Pomni.”

“Keep the sappiness to yourself mister,” she giggled, pressing a to the center of his face and pushed him back lightly.

Jax joined in on his goddess’ chortles with his own carefree laugh. Pomni was the walking manifestation of literally breathing new life into him. Just the smallest smile from her made his heart lit up like the millions of stars placed onto the dark sky each night. No, she was the star of his night sky.

His laughter was cut short when he felt a shift in the atmosphere, an invisible string suddenly cut. From the way he could sense it, the string had been remarkably short. 

Pomni ceased in her laughter from the sudden change of Jax’s mood. She placed a hand on his arm, she had seen that look after centuries of being his friend and understood it well. “Jax?”

He smiled softly, resting his hand on top of hers, “Don’t worry about me Pomni. Wait for me in the skies above and tell me about the rest of your day when I get back. Duty calls.”

She nodded, her eyes watering. Another mortal’s life had ended today. Jax gently shushed her, wiping the tears from her eyes, “Don’t worry my dear. I have a feeling this soul will be going to a good place, I’ll make sure of it.”

“Okay,” she sniffed, “Just, take care of yourself too.”

Jax looked at her with awe. Even when she cared about the wellbeing of another soul, Jax was also her main priority. “I will,” he promised, “I will.”

He lifted her hand, gently pressing a kiss on her palm, before letting it go. Before Pomni could say another word, he was gone.

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The heavens were always an interesting place. Many mortals had pondered what it would look like, moreso imagining it to look like the traditional tale of a city of clouds and angels playing harps. 

While it wasn’t like that per say, but it was a place of peace for the new coming souls to rest. Each paradise for both the mortals and the gods was constructed by the universe to create each individual wonderland for them all to live in.

Pomni’s paradise consisted of a beautiful forest, flora and fauna, enchanting waterfalls and a little cozy home within the cave of a mossy cliff. It had everything she needed, a fireplace built within the stone, a pantry filled with all the fruits, bread and meat to last her lifetimes, a large dent in the middle of the ground, with mattress, pillows and blankets replacing the rocky structure to make up the most comfortable bed, and a canvas set up for her to paint something new each day right by the open entrance of the cave.

Right now, the goddess was waiting in her little nest, already setting up the blankets for her and Jax. It was something she did every time he had a pick-up. He told her he was used to it by now, but the tired look in his eyes every time he came to her entrance said otherwise.

Once she had finished preparing a plate of his favorite fruits and chocolates, a flourish of wind sent a chill up her spine. She didn’t even need to ask who it was when a chin rested on her shoulder and a pair of arms wrapped around her waist. “Tough pick-up?” she asked the familiar presence.

(1)

Jax hummed in agreement, “It was a kid, a year younger than the one you were observing earlier. He liked to draw with his older sister, play with his dog in the garden, and make fairy cakes with his mom. When I went to see him, he was in so much pain, nothing like his playful self when he was laying in that hospital bed. The moment I picked his soul up in my arms, he was right back to his normal self. I promised him that he would be going somewhere where he would never hurt again, but I know that his family just lost a precious part of them.”

(2)

She shifted in his arms to face him, “Come here.” She pulled him down to lay on the mattress, pulling a blanket over them. She let out a surprised yelp when he pulled her face into his chest, running his fingers through her hair as his other arm held her tight. She melted into the embrace, today’s pick-up must have taken a lot out of him.

“Thanks Pomni, I…I needed this,” he spoke carefully. “Being the god of death, it's important that I’m strong enough for the souls I carry to the other realms. Whether they’re scared of what’s next, or terrible people who want to put up a fight, even kids…the front I have to put up is a tough one. But not an easy one. You…you make it easy. You make everything easy.”

“And you do too. For me,” Pomni told him, “Every time when one of my souls turns to a life of hurting others and destroying this earth, you always make sure that I don’t feel responsible for their choices. It's really hard not to, it is my job after all. But you take some of that weight off my shoulders.” She peered up at him, “You’re special to me too.”

Jax exhaled strongly, pulling her tight against him again, “You’re so, so, so special my little goddess. More than you could ever believe. I wasn’t lying about how madly in love with you I am.”

Pomni had never been more glad than she was right now that her face was buried in his chest, hiding the blush staining her pale cheeks “W-well, since we’re free now, maybe we could do that candlelit dinner under the stars?”

Jax looked down at Pomni, who was staring up at him with her wide, multi-coloured eyes anxiously. “Yeah, I think we can do that,” he grinned.

“Don’t let that inflate your ego, mister,” she pouted.

“Too late little goddess,” He rested his chin on her head, “Too late.”

She sighed with exasperation, shaking her head fondly. 

The goddess of life and the god of death.

Who could have ever expected it? Maybe opposites do attract after all.

[dwarfsized]

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🍄 share a headcanon for one of you favorite ships or pairings:

shadowheart/wyll/karlach keeps taking up mental real estate even though I super did not mean to write that into ease-- I read it back for the edit and went. oh! do I ship this now?-- but I think Wyll would try to do his Act 2 dancing scene with both of them and Shadowheart would do pretty well! Karlach though. Not so good. She's got enthusiasm, she's eager to please, she loves to do a lil dancey dance. She doesn't fall over, but it's a near thing.

She can admire the artistry when Shadowheart and Wyll dance together, but she'd rather be touching more, personally.

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one of my favorite people on the planet is @aevallare for one thousand reasons. one of them is because I can crawl into her dms, weeping, and say "does this idea suck ass?" and she will tell me to get out of my head about it in the most perfect way, but also if the idea is sucks I trust that she'll just tell me the idea is sucks lmao. I trust her more than I trust just about anyone. I edit everything so so so so much, but alex sees previews and hears ideas before I'm sure things are finished-- I'm not sure if non-writers understand how. like. significant that is. to me. to me that is a huge deal.

she's one of the kindest and most thoughtful people I've ever had the pleasure to call my friend. I'm really glad to have her in my corner. 💕

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if the formatting is bad <3 if I don't see paragraph breaks I hit da bricks

[mvalentine]

Fandom Appreciation

@choicesfandomappreciation thank you so so much for hosting this event <3 we all appreciate you & your efforts so so much!

as per usual, i'm late to this but literally who's even surprised at this point? there are so so many people in this fandom who have my entire heart, & i will always be grateful to this fandom for allowing me to meet people i love & adore so so much 💘 so lets get this show on the road:

@utterlyinevitable : dom! i literally love you so fucking much you have no idea. i am so so glad we grew so much closer this year, because no one understands my brainworms better than you: from bridgerton to open heart to the royal romance i am so so glad i have you to rant and scream at <3 you're one of the most talented people i've had the pleasure of knowing, & im so incredibly lucky to call you my friend.

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special shoutout to my og ethanbrook girlies <3 i know ya'll aren't active in the oph fandom anymore but i hope you know how much i fucking love y'all you guys made this fandom such an amazing place & you guys will always have a special place in my heart: @cryinginthebackseat @drethanramslay @thefeminineurge @openheartthot @sleepingdea @mortifying-macaroni

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[kate-bishops-waifu]

Hi!

First of all you are my absolute favourite human for writing Downton Abbey fics!

I was wondering if I could please request a Cora Crawley x fem maid reader where the reader is most desired by all and Cora sees a boy from the village flirting with her and Cora sees red .

Cora and reader have a strong unspoken bond mostly spoken through fleeting touches and looks they give each other but both know it is forbidden due to readers lower status and gender .

After a few years of pining and built up tension it all falls apart and spicy and angsty times ensue ❤️❤️

a/n: HI i love you and your prompt. I am such a whore for this woman. I am absolutely obsessed with her voice.

Cora Crowley x Fem!Reader

Word count: 4661

Warnings: SMUT. mostly fluff. Implied pleasure dom!Cora. I picture reader being in her later 30s. Longing. Angst. Age gap. Cheating (I don't linger on it.) Love confession. Reader wears a dress because *period* brief unwanted attention. Mediocre writing. Pretty decent smut. Character death (mention) HAPPY ENDING :0

18+ men and minors DNI

made by and for adults.

Set roughly between seasons 4 and 5 I think???????????

"Long Enough"

You didn’t care when the man your family had been pushing towards you for several years, demanding that you should be wed, died in the war. You felt remorse, sure, mostly for your lack of feeling towards the matter, but it was his fault he didn’t move on.

That was when you came to the crowley house. You were the ladies maid to the earl’s wife Lady Cora. You had a room to yourself, comfortable facilities, companions, and the run of Downton Abbey. Your parents, old and bitter as they were, didn’t care much for your position. They wanted grandchildren, not a silly little thing such as yourself who spent all your time alone or in the company of other ladies. They said it was a stain on their family, but you had grown beyond caring the moment you stepped into the old house. Quite literally a palace, Downton had become more of a home than you had ever known before, and for whatever reason, you suspected your position, people liked you. You never knew why, you never garnered such attention back home, but here you seemed to be the talk of the downstairs.

Strangest of all, the Lady Cora was your best friend. You understood each other. There never seemed to be a power imbalance between you. She was the kindest woman you had ever known. Not at all as uptight as the dowager countess, who you could never quite wrap your head around. She was quite simply perfect, head to toe. You laughed together, you gossiped, and on few occasions she had come to you in times of need. Even before her husband Lord Grantham. 

You were mending a blouse Lady Cora had sent to you, sitting in the dining room of the servants quarter, and trying to maintain a conversation with Molesley, Daisy, and Mrs. Hugh’s which was a rare treat, but one you couldn’t quite focus on. Molsley was discussing something about big houses cutting back, Mrs. Hughes was attempting to shush him, and Daisy was trying to get you to way in on the topic of a film you had seen some days prier.

‘Ms. Y/L/N.’ Carson's booming voice suddenly cut through.

‘Yes Mr. Carson.’ You stumbled to attention.

‘Did you not hear the bell? In the sitting room? Her Ladyship is waiting!’ 

You swore under your breath, you had missed the ring over the commotion. ‘Sorry Mr. Carson,’ you said, brushing by as he gave you a sort of baffled look. 

You crossed into the kitchen, tossing your needlework on a shelf. The tray of tea had already been laid out by Mrs. Patmore, who took a few moments to teasingly glare at you. 

‘Thank you Mrs. Patmore.’ You swept the tray off the table and slid past Thomas who was passing you through the portal, and sped up the stairs as quickly as you could without spilling tea everywhere. 

You swiftly maneuvered the now nearly familiar halls, up the first flight of stairs into what you thought might be your favorite room. It was of course a very large room, but something about it felt more homely than the others. All the books, the piano and comfortable couches, everything felt less stuffy there.

Lady Cora was alone, relaxing on the couch, facing the opposite direction as you entered the room. 

‘Tea, My Lady.’ You said, lowering the tray to the table. 

Cora looked up at you, as though pulled out of deep thought, a sort of blissful smile crossing her features. 

‘Thank you dear.’ She said, leaning up to retrieve a cup. 

‘Will that be all?’ You crossed your hands politely in front of you. 

Cora took a sip, her eyes flickering up to you as something mischievous grazed her lips. ‘I heard a rumor about you.’ 

‘A rumor?’ 

‘Yes about you.’ She emphasized the “you” with a nod. 

You tilted your head to the side, incomprehensibly. 

Cora chuckled and set her saucer and cup in her lap. ‘You and that new boy. In town with the telegraph.’

You blushed, despite your better intentions, bowing your head slightly. ‘No m’lady. They’re just rumors.’ 

She squinted at you, unbelievingly. 

‘I promise you I wouldn’t want a boy.’

‘You wouldn’t? What sort of girl wouldn’t want a boy?’ She teased.

Your blush deepened. ‘I never really saw the point. I mean, in theory I suppose, but I’m much more comfortable here. With you.’

She raised an eyebrow. 

‘Serving you.’ You corrected. 

It was in 1920, the Lady Sybil, or just Sybil as she had to be corrected, had come to visit. She was pregnant and up until that fateful night, seemed healthy and in high spirits. As you stood by your Ladies side, you could hardly take it. It was agonizing to watch, Sybil yes, but Cora all the more still. You were ushered out quickly, and didn’t hear anything until several hours later when a soft nock came at your door. 

You couldn’t see the clock, but it had to be nearly morning and in your sleepy haze you must have recognized what news was to come. 

You stiffly crawled out of bed, wrapping yourself in your robe, and fortified yourself for the news. 

As you opened the door, there was no light, but a tall figure standing at your door that you instantly recognized as Cora’s. She was dressed in only her nightgown. Her hair was braided like any other night, and her eyes gazed empty at you. 

You didn’t need to be told what had happened. 

You reached for her, pulling her into the room, and shutting the door as quietly as you could. 

‘My lady you shouldn’t be here, I know your hurting but-’

‘Don’t send me away Y/N.’ She whispered. It would have been a simple request for anyone else, but something about letting her stay there in your room, felt wrong. You wished you had never been sent away, that you could help her, and this was your chance. This was all you could do for her. 

You nodded, and pulled her into your embrace. She was such a strong, beautiful woman it felt nearly inconceivable to see her break down as she did, but she held you tight. For a while you stayed like that, until you began to pull her to the bed, where she lay down. You pulled the chair by the bed and sat down. 

‘Don’t be so far away.’ She told you. 

‘Okay.’ You obeyed, slipping into bed beside her. 

Before you could protest she pulled you so your back was against her chest. She rested her nose atop your head. Breathing you in deeply, she wept. 

After that night, nothing felt the same with Cora. She began her recovery, and the mourning process was hard. For everyone including you. Sybil had truly been a youthful beam of light, and the child she left was in safe hands with her father. You went about your duties as normal, paying extra care, and making regular check-ins with her ladyship. You never spoke about that night, but every small touch took you right back. It was like touching a cold piece of metal, a shiver slipped down your spine every time without fail, Your fingers grazing her neck whilst doing her hair, or when she put her perfect, soft hands on your arm. She seemed to consume your every thought, and you couldn’t begin to wonder why. Why was Lady Cora the only thing you could think of? 

‘Did I tell you about Mary and Lord Gillingham?’ She said one night, looking through the vanity mirror as you undid her hair. That playfully conspiratorial smile that sent an odd feeling to your stomach playing at her lips. 

‘Gillingham?’ You smiled back.

Cora chuckled. ‘Never mind. I’ll explain another time.’ 

‘Is something the matter Cora?’ You asked.

The lady’s smile never faded, her gaze meeting yours in the mirror; as her hand came up to cup yours which had fallen to her shoulder.

For a few moments, you looked at eachother. Every crease and wrinkle, every beautiful little mark in her perfect eyes. Her thumb gently stroked your hand, before a knock came at the door.

Cora stood up faster than you could pull yourself out of her eyes, and went to answer it. Her hand lingering for just a moment more. 

The clock chimed for the twelfth when you found her, Lady Cora sitting alone in the sitting room, staring absently at her hands, yet again in deep thought. 

‘Thank Goodness, there you are, My Lady. You didn’t ring, I was beginning to get worried.’ You announced yourself.

Cora’s head lifted and a smile fell across her face. ‘I’m sorry if I gave you a fright. I didn’t realize what time it was. I was just thinking.’ 

‘You didn’t frighten me. I was just worried. Are you alright?’ You asked.

‘I’m just fine. Now that you're here. Why don’t you take a seat?’ 

‘Oh my Lady, that’s very nice, but it’s so late. You should be resting.’ 

Cora grabbed your forearm, 

‘Oh just for a minute. I’m dying for your company.’

You found it hard not to blush as you sat down. ‘I couldn’t wonder why.’ You stated, your gaze dropping to your hands. 

Cora’s smile faltered, and her hand rested upon your knee. ‘Whatever could you mean?’

You fidgeted with your uniform apron, strands of your hair had fallen out of place, and you must have looked rather tired. It had been a long day of work, and not being called to get her ready for bed had set you wrong.

‘You are one of the most delightful people I have ever had to talk to. I’ve had more riveting conversations than I ever had with Robert. But don’t tell him I told you that.’ She had leaned in and whispered the last part, which made you giggle. 

‘I’m no one special, really, you shouldn’t say-’

‘Oh but you are.You are very special to me.’

‘I’m just a spinster, I’ve never-’

‘Oh stop that! I’ve heard you say that a million times before, and not for one moment has it been true. You are special, you are unique and interesting and I couldn’t think of anyone else I would like to have as my companion. Don’t you know how I feel by now?’ She kept her voice low, but you could feel the meaning behind every word. You shook your head in answer to her question, your stomach turning over,

Cora opened her mouth like she was going to answer, but closed it again. She stood up, and so did you. 

‘What is it?’ You asked. 

Cora grabbed your arm, a wistful expression, as she kissed your cheek. Her lips lingering longer than strictly necessary. She smiled and left you standing there.

You were quiet as you did Lady Cora’s hair. Absorbed in your work you didn’t notice she was looking at you through the mirror the entire time.

‘Are you well dear?’ She asked you.

You looked up. ‘Pardon me My lady?’ 

‘I asked if you were alright Y/N?’ 

You smiled and nodded, but Cora saw straight through you, giving you a disbelieving raise of her eyebrow.

You sighed, running your hand through the Lady’s perfect black hair, relishing the feeling of it between your fingers. ‘I haven’t heard back from my parents. The last three letters have gone without reply.’ you admitted. 

Cora’s expression softened. ‘My dear, I’m so sorry.’ She paused a moment, reading you. ‘Would you lock the door for me?’ 

‘What?’ 

‘Would you please lock the door a moment.’ Her voice was demanding but soft. You did as she said; and as you turned back, the door securely locked, Lady Cora had closed the blinds. 

‘What’s going on my Lady?’

She took a few quick strides towards you, stopping directly in front of you so your body was nearly flush with hers. She raised her hands to cup your cheeks, tracing over your features with the tips of her fingers. ‘Beautiful.’ Her thumb gently grazed over your lips, ‘What mother wouldn’t want you?’ She ventured as she captured your chin between her thumb and forefinger, her other hand dropping to your side. ‘I think you’ve waited long enough.’ She breathed, and you could feel the warmth against your cheeks. It was intoxicating.

‘Can I-’ 

A knock came at the door. You took a swift step back, nearly knocking into it. Your heart rate had spiked, and you fumbled with the nob, unlocking it, and letting it swing open. You stepped to the side, bowing your head and crossing your hands in front of you. 

‘Cora I was,’ His Lordship stepped in, looking about confused. ‘Why are all the curtains shut?’ 

Lady Cora seemed to compose herself, looking perfectly like nothing happened. 

‘I had a bit of a headache. Nothing more.’ She said, kissing his cheek. 

‘That’ll be all Y/N.’ She put a hand on your arm, begging eye contact. 

You nodded, and disappeared into the hall. Not meeting it.

It was the first pleasant day of spring, a rare day off. Youhad saved enough money to go into town and have a day for yourself. It had felt suffocating in downton, and you were in need of the fresh air. 

Daisy had followed you, though you were hoping to shake her off once you got into town. Not in a malicious way, you liked Daisy very much, but you were in need of your own time, which was rare enough already. Some nights you would stay up reading by candlelight later than you should just for a few hours of peace. 

The warmth was drawing people out today. Daisy went off fairly quickly as you went for a stop in the tea house. A pleasant meal, a few brief hello’s and good tea set you off right. Next was the clothing shop, where you browsed their catalog, picking out pieces you recognized as Cora’s.

‘Damnit.’ You swore under your breath. You shouldn’t be thinking about her, but all of the sudden everything brought her to mind. Dresses and hats in her favorite color, a lady who had the same color eyes waving politely at you, you needed to clear your head. 

You swiftly left the shop. Deciding for a walk.

It was a perfect day for it, and your mind was swiftly occupied by the little goings on in town. It was so close to Downton, but sometimes felt like an entirely other world to you.

‘Y/N? Is that you?’ You stopped. You recognised that voice, but from where? You turned, and spotted him, approaching you at a slight jog, waving his hat. The telegraph operator. It had been some time since you had seen him, and it didn’t look like he had forgotten you. You silently swore to yourself and turned the other direction, quickening your pace. Your tactic didn’t work, in fact he caught up quite quickly, capturing you in his presence by looping his arm around your waist. 

Your heart practically stopped.

‘My it’s been ages. Where have you been Ms. Y/L/N?’ He asked, leaning towards you. 

Words wouldn’t escape your mouth, as he turned you towards the pub, flirting as he went. You caught the eye of several women, looking at you with jealousy, reverence or a mixture of the two. 

It was then, as you approached the pub, wishing you could be anywhere else in the world when you felt a hand touch your opposite shoulder. 

‘Ms. Y/L/N. I’m so glad to run into you.’ It was Lady Cora. She looped your arm in hers, pushing the man off with a glare you had never seen quite so sharp before. 

‘My Lady!’ You exclaimed, in a mixture of surprise and relief. 

‘I’m sorry to take her away from you, but we have some place to be, so if you don’t mind,’ she turned you away harshley, practically dragging you along with her. her brow furrowed. Yes she looked more furious than ever. You didn’t bother looking back at him, but you were certain he was displeased. 

‘I am sorry my lady-’

‘Hush. You did nothing wrong.’ Her expression softened marginally when she looked at you. 

Her grip was firm, as she guided you in the opposite direction. 

Where had she come from? You thought. You hadn’t seen her car, or anyone else for that matter, she just snuck up as if she appeared just to save you. A knight in shining armor, of sorts. 

You didn’t speak as she led you towards Downton. You marched in silence, the air thick.

Your feet made contact with the gravel drive, and Cora swung the door open with a fury. You wanted to be annoyed. You wanted to protest. It was our day off, of the few you ever got, you had been having a pleasant time alone until you were approached by that man, but still you did not complain. Not a word of protest escaped your lips as you passed through halls, and up stairs. She opened the door to her room, and you followed without question. Before you could react she pushed you up against the door, trapping you there, her arms on either side of you, her face drawn so close you could feel her.

Your eyes had gone wide, the last time you had been this close, you’de nearly been caught. You couldn’t have admitted out loud that you had thought about that morning, over and over again in the weeks since. 

You were fucked you thought. 

Cora’s eyes were on your lips, unabashedly now. 

‘Why did that young man latch on to you?’ She asked. 

You shook your head. 

She brought one hand up to briefly cup your cheek, then reached for your hat. Tossing it aside and doing the same to hers. 

‘Don’t speak to him.’ She had lowered her already sultry american accent, your proximity sending a shiver down your spine. 

You nodded, feeling awkward not knowing what to do with your hands. 

‘Let me kiss you? I think we’ve waited long enough.’ Her nose was already brushing against your, her thumb was gently stroking your side. All you could manage was a choked out,

‘Please.’

And her lips were on yours. 

You were pretty sure you had been kissed before. When you were younger, a boy who you told yourself to like. That felt like nothing. Even then. You felt something was wrong with you ever since so you always avoided it. God was it worth it. In this moment nothing seemed more perfect. 

She was so gentle, guiding you along until you found a comfortable rhythm before introducing her tongue. That was even stranger still, but it made a twisting sensation in your stomach. 

Lady Cora pressed you harder against the door. You had to grab her upper arms for stability as her tongue dug deeper into your throat. Without warning you felt her leg press between your thighs. Making you jump in surprise. 

Cora didn’t stop kissing you, she gently rubbed your arms and sides to sooth you. As if to tell you to trust her. 

When you felt yourself suddenly gasping for air, Cora finally, begrudgingly pulled away. 

‘Was that alright?’ She needlessly asked. 

You managed a smile, nodding your head. 

Cora smiled. That beautiful smile that always made you feel like you were sharing a joke, or like she was planning something. She pulled you off the wall, gently laying you on the bed, her hand on your back helping you get comfortable. She reached for a pillow, sliding it under your head, and leaned down, hands on either side of you. She pecked your lips, making you chase after them as she moved to your neck. 

Oh god the neck.

You had no idea such a thing would be so magnificent. It sent pleasurable waves down your body and back up to escape out your mouth in a gasp.

That made Cora smile. 

‘Oh what a pretty noise.’ 

You blushed.

‘Don’t be embarrassed. I want to hear you.’ She began at your throat again, and your arms flew up to wrap around her head. Keeping her against you, while Cora’s hands ventured to your collar. Playing with the button of your blouse. ‘Can I take this off?’ 

For a moment you weren’t sure, but her gentleness as she stroked your shoulder soothed you once more. 

‘Yes.’ You whispered back. 

Cora’s smile was proud, and she kissed you again on the lips. Gently but passionately as a final promise that she would be gentle with you. That you were and would always be safe in her hands. 

You hardly even felt your dress come off. So distracted memorizing her face. The perfect wrinkles, her bright eyes, her lips so soft and deceptively mischievous. Had you really been made to wait this long? Every minute you thought was worth it. Your undergarments slowly revealed, she helped you lean up to get it completely off. 

‘You’re gorgeous.’ She said, undoing your corset and tossing aside your shift. kissing your collar bone. ‘Perfect. Every inch.’ Suddenly you were only in your brassiere and pants. She reached for the ribbon to untie it, but you pushed her hands away, fear striking you, you shook your head.

 ‘It’s alright,’ she kissed your cheek. ‘It’s alright you don’t have to.’ she kissed the same spot again, her hand moving to your waist, gently stroking it with her thumb. You took a few moments to breathe, calming yourself down. Cora kissing you and whispering gentle praise all the time. ‘Can I go lower?’ she whispered in your ear. You nodded, and she began to press kisses down your neck, your chest, your stomach, until she reached your drawers. She played with the hem, asking for your permission which you gave. Her hand gently slipped under them, resting her cold palm against your pelvis. 

‘Oh you are beautiful aren’t you. I don’t think I’ve seen such a creature in all my years. You spoil me.’ She said, letting her unoccupied hand glide over your stomach, and up your side, making you flinch as she got a little higher. Cora chuckled at your ticklishness. Bending over to kiss the spot, as her other hand, dipped lower into your bloomers, grasing your clit ever so slightly. 

An involuntary whimper left your mouth, turning Cora’s expression cocky, oh the things she could do to you. 

‘Tell me, do you think that boy wanted you like this?’ She surprised you with the question, but when you met her eyes they were so demanding you had to answer with a shake of your head. ‘Don’t lie to me. You’re not that oblivious.’

 You gently whimpered again, her fingers had grazed your clit once more.

‘I think he wanted you. I think he wanted his hand in your drawers.’ She tilted her head as if contemplating something, her gaze lingering on your already swollen lips. ‘But you're not the sort are you.’ It wasn’t a question. It was a statement, an observation like it was obvious. ‘You need a woman's touch. Men are too brutal, too man-shaped for you aren’t they. You’re fragile.’ She grazed your jaw with her lips, whispering into your ear. ‘Might I touch you more? Might I prove my theory?’ 

You nodded desperately, one of her slender fingers sliding down through your folds. 

‘So wet hm. I don’t think anyone else could do this to you could they? You’re all for me aren’t you?’

You nodded once again, her painfully slow fingers barely grazing your clit on the up swipe, making your writhe in place, her unoccupied hand pressing down to wordlessly hold you still. 

‘That’s it. Calm down.’ She said it as her finger began to circle your entrance, your legs twitching at the sensation. ‘You have to be quiet. I don’t think you would want someone to overhear.’ She dipped her finger in, ever so slightly, making you twitch as her hand came away from your center. She raised her finger in front of you. ‘So wet.’ She said, pushing her finger to your lips. ‘Lick.’ She said, 

You obliged without a thought, making her smile, which was worth it. Her hand went back down, under your drawers, as she used two fingers to stroke roughly thoroughly through your folds, a whiny moan falling from your lips. A few good strokes, before dipping into your hole once more. Your mouth fell open, a loud moan escaping you before it was quickly covered by Cora’s hand, her lips coming back beside your ear. ‘Ssh’ she hushed, placing a kiss on your jaw.

 ‘You’re so tight.’ She gasped. ‘You have never done this before. Have you?’  You shook your head.

 ‘I thought not.’

Her finger was working so gently in and out of you. Her palm grazing your clit. Everything felt right on the brink of overwhelming. She seemed to keep you there. Wanting more and less all at the same time. 

She kept the pace, in and out gently until you became used to the sensation. Still whining and moaning into her hand, as you felt another suddenly penetrate you. The noise you made would have alerted everyone in Downton if Cora’s hand hadn't been over your mouth. The look she gave you made you think she would have enjoyed that under other circumstances. 

That seemed to urge her on. Before you got used to the sensation her hand sped up. Pumping in and out of you faster than she had gone yet.Your neediness seemed to mirror her own, and she got impatient. She needed to see you come undone. Faster she went with every pump of her finger, her palm sliding up your sex. You were wriggling again, uncontrollably, coming to the decision that you liked the combined sensation of pain and pleasure. Her fingers working you relentlessly open, reaching deeper and deeper inside of you. 

‘Stop moving.’ She commanded, without taking her hand off your mouth. You obeyed despite your body’s protest, your eyes involuntarily sliding to the back of your head. ‘Don’t look away. Look at me my love.’ She told you, her voice gentle despite her actions. ‘That’s it, look at me. You’re doing so well, you know that?’ Her finger suddenly grazed that spot inside you, making it even harder to keep your eyes open. ‘I love you, you know that? I think I have since you first came here.’ Cora admitted. ‘You’ve waited so long for this. I’ve waited so long for this.’ Her pace was relentless. ‘You’ve waited so so long, and you’ve been so good to me. I’ve never had a better maid; but I think it’s time you were treated like you treat me hm?’ Your hips involuntarily bucked into her hand. ‘Come undone for me.’ She said, as waves of pleasure washed over you, your head falling back as her hands guided you through. 

You relaxed back on the bed, Cora’s fingers slipping out of you, making you whimper a final time. 

She lifted her hand from your mouth, kissing your forehead, nose, cheeks, and lips.

You were so blissed out you didn’t even notice the time. Exhaustion washed over you in waves, as Cora used her expensive skirt to clean you and her hands. She undressed until she was also only in her drawers. You had just enough consciousness to realize how beautiful, how perfect she looked as she came to rest behind you. Wrapping her arm around you, pulling you back against her front. She kissed down your neck, and shoulders. 

‘I can’t stay,’ you managed through your haze. 

Cora shook her head. ‘Rest. Don’t worry. You’re safe.’ She turned your head to look at her, kissing your eye gently. ‘Rest, you’ll be safe. I will look after you.’ She promised. 

a/n: now back to writing my OTHER 20's fic

[otabekisautistic]

i recommend these violent delights (gay) as often as i can and then sometimes i remember that not only is micah nemerever a fantastic storyteller, he is also one of the kindest and most thoughtful souls i have ever had the pleasure of interacting with and i just. am glad people exist

micah if you’re reading this thank you for all the support during the literal worst time of my entire life. sorry i’ve had wine and am feeling a little sappy.

[desert-fern]

Ahhh, Fern! I hope I'm not too late for positivity night! I feel like I have to preface that everyone I mention here is a fantastic author (that's just a given, okay?).

I feel like I have to start off this round of positivity with you, my lovely houseplant, you! You're one of the sweetest, warmest, kindest, genuinely caring people on this site. And I'm not just saying thay because it's your birthday. Thank you for all you do.

Next, I have to include @horseshoegirl . For everyone who hasn't had the chance to interact with Lucky yet on Tumblr, I have to ask, what's stopping you? She's sweet, the biggest cheerleader, generous, thoughtful and if that wasn't enough, an amazing author and illustrator. I joke all the time that Lucky should leave some of the talent for the rest of us because she genuinely can do anything she puts her mind to!

For @dakotakazansky I have nothing but the most admiration. Loki hasn't been very active on Tumblr over the past few months, but there is an absolutely amazing reason why! This lovely lady went after her dreams (IRL) with singleminded focus and so much grit and determination and just achieved those goals. All while working a full-time job and by studying her butt off every chance she could get. Congratulations Loki!

Next I'm going to mention @sarahsmi13s because I have 💐💐💐💐 to give her. Why? Because there isn't a more supportive, sweet fun human being on this planet! She can make you laugh, make you cry, and make you feel every other emotion in between with her writing while being one of the biggest cheerleaders on the planet!

@roosterforme , our darling Em! Em, you are one of the best creators I've ever had the fortunes of getting to know on this site. Your outlook on life, and your zest for Rooster is so incredible, and I'm pretty sure I love every single thing you've written (that I've read, because you've written a lot). Thank you for being you and always providing a place for the Roo-nicorns to collect. Between Coach, Daddy, Roo, Jake and Bob, you can't go wrong!

I also want to include @teacupsandtopgun . Beth is just the latest creator I've gotten the pleasure of getting to know, and I love every interaction I've had with her so far. She's kind, she's brilliant and she writes a Jake that makes me swoon!

This message is ridiculously long already and there are so many more creators I want to include on here, but I think I could go on forever and ever without pause. So I'm going to stop here.

- XOXO Star

I told myself I wouldn’t cry, but I lied. You are just so fucking sweet, it’s unreal. I would give more detail but then I would really be crying.

Everyone you have listed are the most incredible people both on and off Tumblr and you all deserve the shout out here! Lucky, Vinny, Beth, Mal, and Em, you deserve every bit of praise you get!

[happi-tree]

(♣️) hands you this while looking at you with my big wet creature eyes

Takes this gently in my hands while also looking at you with my big wet creature eyes and slowly stepping into a puddle with my socks on. Hiya, Rain Puddle <3

You’re my: Mutual, A3B roomie beloved, pianist friend, fic writer extraordinaire, au enthusiast, etc etc How I met you: On here! You reached out to me and asked if I'd like to join a little server called Apartment 3B, and not to be cheesy, but my life immediately got so much brighter <3 Thank you for that! Why I follow you: Literally so much talent in every possible way - visual arts, writing, music, anything and everything!!! But much more than that, you're one of the kindest, funniest, and most genuine people I've ever had the pleasure of talking to, and a phenomenal friend 🥰 Your blog is: A second home. It's like a little ranch house far away in the countryside, and while the drive can be long, the views are more than worth it. There's mountains in the distance and there's countless pictures covering every wall and doilies on the side tables and a pitcher of lemonade in the fridge. All in all, a lovely place to stay! Your URL is: Your sick YouTuber intro, obviously (minus the like-and-subscribe-and-follow-me-on-Patreon!) :]c A random fact I know about you: Absolutely gorgeous singing voice. Outsold every version of "Awakening" by Oh Geeez out there, including the original. This is true and indisputable btw <3 General opinion: Beloved friend and mutual and hypeman and much more! You are a man (gender neutral) of many hats, and you rock every one you wear! A random thought I have: Forever thinking about the state of the textile industry in Amphibia and it's all the fault of the moth fuzz-lined cloak Marcy wears in one of your fics <333

[belzrgr]

Lorcan Lore

Bit about Lorcan's backstory and how he got to meet the straw hats. Lorcan is my one piece OC who I made for self insert purposes, though he's not very much a self insert considering I'm much different from him irl

Cw: child abuse mention, kidnapping, abuse of power, canon typical violence

As a child, Lorcan grew up in a rural, peaceful village on an island in north blue. His life was as ordinary as they come, until pirates ransacked the village. However, they didn't just rob the place but took pleasure in killing every person there as well. He was told to hide but he still saw a the people he had grown up with and loved getting killed before his eyes.

Despaired and angry, Lorcan took a knife that had fallen near his hiding spot and charged at the captain of the pirates. Of course, he had no chance against him and the man lifted Lorcan by his hair with a laugh. The pain made the boy cry out and let go of the knife to scratch at the hand holding him up instead.

"Aren't you a funny little urchin?" - The pirate captain snarled and threw Lorcan to the floor. - "Take that thing with us. I think we could use some entertainment on the ship."

He was made to clean most everything, only eating the scraps that would otherwise have been thrown away overboard by the crew. They pushed and hit him when they felt like it, laughing at his pain. Lorcan wanted to try and leave somehow but he didn't know how. He was never let off the ship, tied to a pole below deck whenever the pirates found another place to dock on and with how little they let him eat and the wounds he got every day, he was much too weak to try and become stronger.

That was, until one of the crew was sloppy enough to forget a knife relatively close to where Lorcan was bound up. He sawed and sawed at the thick rope, nervous to the point he felt nauseous. If he didn't manage to escape and they found out what he had been trying to do, who knows what they would do to him? The screams and sounds of fighting he could hear muffled by the wooden walls of the ship told Lorcan that they were at a smaller island with a little village again. They only ever took on innocent, weak people to kill and take advantage of.

The short elation he felt when he finally managed to cut the rope died when he noticed how eerily quiet it had gotten. Did they already finish them all off? Was he too late and they would come back any minute now? Lorcan had planned to escape by using the chaos as a distraction but now it seemed that he was doomed.

A thud made him flinch before more of the same sound followed in even intervals, coming closer and making the wood above him creak. Footsteps. He was almost too scared to notice that the were unfamiliar.

The hatch opened and an adult made their way below deck but it wasn't any of the crew that held him captive. No, it was a stranger.

A woman with a dark brown skintone that made Lorcan think she looked warm. Especially with the gold ornaments in her braided hair and earrings reflecting the sun from behind her. Despite her cold, expressionless eyes, Lorcan felt way less on edge than he thought he should and it confused him to no end.

She was a bounty hunter, he would later find out. After a brief exchange, she had decided to take Lorcan with her - under her wing. It was needed now more than ever, since the pirates had taken him with them to the grand line and it was no secret that danger lurked around every corner there.

"If you don't learn, you die", she told him when he complained about being too tired to continue training, "or you will be trampled on for other's enjoyment. It's your choice."

No matter his first thoughts on her, she was anything but warm. The kindest thing she did was show him how to survive and that was all their relationship amounted to as well. When Lorcan asked her what he should call her, he thought he imagined her face twitch for once. In displeasure.

"I have no name for you."

While he was sure she did have a name, she would never tell him and likewise never called him by his even after he told her multiple times. It was her way to keep him at arms length he felt like.

Within two years, he had learned how to move about so not even the flighty birds could notice him. Lorcan was nimble and fast, climbing and jumping and running with such speed all while being ready to swing his blades at any point. Though he never managed to defeat his nameless teacher, Lorcan could subdue most anyone else he came across if need be. When she brought him along for a hunt, she told him to try and get the job done without her interference and once he successfully defeated the target, she merely nodded at him.

That was the last day he saw her. The feeling of loss that Lorcan thought he should have felt trapped under water. She had come into his life, given him knowledge and skills and left as soon as she thought that Lorcan could fend for himself well enough. It didn't really surprise him all that much if he was honest with himself and while his life would surely be different now, he didn't really care.

Somewhere along those two years, emotions had become too exhausting to keep up with. Losing himself in the training, the physical exertion and pain, the ambition and the effort to survive was more than enough. They had never talked much and Lorcan didn't get to talk to strangers either, since he was so focused on becoming better, becoming stronger, faster, more skilled. At some point, he didn't really know anymore how to talk to other people. His sentences were short and to the point and it made him uncomfortable when anyone demanded he hold a real conversation with them.

What was real anyway, he would question himself. Perhaps those talks people had over the weather, about other people who did this and that or something about what they felt. But what did Lorcan even feel that he could talk about? It was just bothersome and uncomfortable, as he didn't feel the need or want to explain who he was to strangers.

Sometimes, when he felt alone, Lorcan would sit on the rooftops of a village to listen to the people inside talk to each other. He could also go into the bar and listen to people there - even watch them - but it was often so loud and rowdy in there and then there were people who tried to talk to him and Lorcan wanted nothing more than to disappear into dust.

It was more than enough to fight, bring in bounties and survive on that. He didn't need anything else, he would tell himself.

People were strange creatures. Full of lies, greed and violence. Not that Lorcan could say much about the latter since he was a fighter himself, yet he could confidently say that he had no need to lie and there wasn't much he wanted either. He couldn't understand why some wanted to take advantage of those weaker than them, like the pirates who destroyed his village in his youth and took him with them, or hurt others for pleasure.

Seeing those without power get hurt made an emotion rise within him that for once, made him unable to think clearly. It was rage.

Even if his expression didn't change much, his jaw clenched and his eyes hardened. There was no way he would let those who abused their strength and power go unscathed and after some time going around from island to island, people began to talk about him. They recognized Lorcan but he didn't much care for it either way. Nobody really knew him and speculations and rumors would always circulate no matter what you did.

He didn't have anyone whose opinion he cared about anyway. There was nobody he truly needed.

That was, until he met a pirate crew with a captain who wore a straw hat and had a smile so big that it made Lorcan stare wide eyed the first time he saw it. It was so genuine and pure. Unfiltered. Unlike most people he had seen throughout his life, Monkey D. Luffy was a man who wasted no energy on complicated conversations, plans or emotions. If he was happy, he laughed. If he was angry, he fought and if he was sad, he cried. It felt like looking into a mirror, except that it showed you not yourself but the opposite of what you are.

Lorcan was intruiged but that was it. He didn't search the captain or his crew out - he wouldn't know what to say anyway - and he didn't stalk them either. While they were on the same island, he saw them here and there, until the strawhat pirates got into a fight that escalated.

Lorcan found himself helping the citizens so they wouldn't be crushed by destroyed buildings or get hurt in the crossfire of the fight. Somehow, despite the fact they were fighting, some of the Strawhats noticed this, including Luffy. In the end, Lorcan ended up fighting side by side with the captain to defeat a corrupt Marine admiral who didn't care for the safety of the regular people if it meant he could get a trip from being rich and powerful. Something he had seen enough times by then and hated just as much as he did the first time he came across such a person.

After the fight, Luffy asked Lorcan to join the crew. He had already been calling him a friend out of nowhere and Lorcan didn't correct him. For a while, he had stared at the ship and Luffy and his crew and then, without a word, he left.

He ran so quickly that it took the crew a moment to realise that he had disappeared and the confused yelling could be heard deep into the forest that Lorcan had hid himself into.

It wasn't that he didn't want to join them, it was just that he didn't know what he wanted. The gazes of everyone had gotten to much and the pressure made his whole body itch to get out of there as soon as possible. So he did.

Now, he watched them on deck, wondering what he should do. For some reason, he felt like he would regret it if he were to let them leave without him. No matter how anxious the idea made him, Lorcan couldn't fight the feeling that he should be on that ship with that pirate crew.

Those pirates that helped the weak ones as well. Who cared when there was someone who hurt others for no reason. Who fought by his side and showed interest in him, without urging him to act differently just to please them.

What if he ended up disliking them or the other way around? Or worse, what if he liked them?

No matter what, Lorcan got onto the ship early the next morning despite his fears and conflicting thoughts. Luffy yelled out in joy when he saw him and flung himself over to hug Lorcan with all his might.

At least until the next island, he told himself and if he didn't feel anymore sure than he did now by then, then Lorcan would leave again. This time, he wasn't chained anywhere. He could be where he wanted. With whom he wanted.

[pyrrhesia]

FF14 - Dream Duel

Part 2. Again, Tumblr's moronic textblock ruling makes for a couple of awkward line breaks.

Violet eyes flicker open. And as vision returns to Ysabet, the first thing she can make out is her hands. One curled up close to her chest, the other sprawling, spread to its fullest reach, around where a woman could be, arguably should be, but is not. She closes her eyes once again, lets out a sigh. She never quite knows what company she'll have the pleasure of keeping. In her younger days, she coiled a hand around every breast worth squeezing, but now… she finds, increasingly, a domestic streak. She does not have the partner that a domestic streak suits. Hlessi Inle has not lost her wanderlust. Some nights, she vanishes before the dawn; other times, she slips into Ysabet's arms overnight, without the sorceress so much as noticing. It is worth it, a thousand times worth it. They share conversations and moments and understandings nobody else could come close to. But it comes at a cost. Hlessi wanders and, Ysabet knows, there have been times she has thrown herself into her work, dead to the people around her. It is simply the way of things. But a yearning is only natural. Up, then, up. Up. She drags herself from her bed, sits back on it, groans. Often, apprentices hoping to curry favour with her will bring her coffee. And there was an understanding reached with Idyllshire's finest baker, so good bread, at least, is always close to hand. She hauls herself up, curses an aching knee that never quite healed right - after, granted, being smashed in by a raging dragon, a fairly good excuse - examines herself in the mirror with a faux-critical eye before concluding there is nothing to complain about, no, nothing at all… "Master Sable!" Ysabet tears herself from her preening. It would be some sport for some supplicant to burst in on her like this, probably in some way add to her mystique. Perhaps make him fawn all the more… "What?" Any spell is broken by her cracked voice. She needs coffee, above all else. Something, anything, to drag her from her stupor… "Another viera's come to the Grove." "It has been known to happen. She can wait for--" "She demands to see you, Master!" A hesitation. "She… demands?" Ysabet parrots back, incredulous. "Who presumes to demand anything of me, in this place?" "She said she was… she was your master, Ysabet. That she was Ljda Camoa." The apprentice heard a sharp gasp behind the door, and then silence. But just as he began to fear, the voice came back, commanding, resolute. "Watch her, but do not lay a hand on her. I shall take care of this." Perhaps that ironclad certainty could pass for armour. The apprentice certainly hoped so, as he scurried down to raise the alarm.

Some minutes prior, a tall, spindly figure shambles into the Grove's outskirts. She was being watched, she knew. To any human eye, Tulque seemed unguarded, but to a viera… even in this unnatural parody of natural order, Ljda could sense where the sentries lay in wait, feel their eyes boring into her. Some were of people familiar to her, others not. A couple were males. She chuckles, softly. Of course Mrdja felt she knew better than millennia of tradition. Of course. Never quite as intelligent as she thought herself, that girl… And she curses herself for the thousandth time. For choosing her as an apprentice, letting Mrdja's aptitude blind her to her shortcomings. Most of all, for encouraging her dreams to leave the grove. It had seemed like a kindness, and the damnable thing was, on her own initiative, Mrdja had been determined to grit through her wanderlust and stay, for the good of Camoa!

It had been Ljda who had done the kindest thing, and told her to move on. She could never have expected Mrdja to return, dripping with the glistering corruption of a world far, far removed from anything Ljda had ever seen, crashing guilelessly through the old paths and begging to return. How could she have forgotten that that could never be? Even for her? This would be a mercy. This wounded stag needed to be put down. It took some time for the first challenger to appear, an unthreatening, pale sliver of a man, smiling encouragingly. Ljda raises a brow. "So little fear," she says, through a thick accent. "Do you approach all strangers with such guileless faith?" The man does not quite know what to do with this. Not afraid, but now, off-balance. "You are not the first viera to arrive here, not by any stretch." Ljda smiles. "I know. I can sense the others watching me. Perhaps that is the source of your confidence, knowing that if I so much as flick an ear in your direction, I shall be shot from two dozen directions in a flash, yes? Never knowing more than the faint whisper of released fletching… were I a petty bandit, or one of the unclean men of Idyllshire." The man decides he should at last speak. "I had only thought to welcome you to Tulque, the Great Library." "Tulque." She tastes the word on her tongue. It is not to her liking. Two syllables interlaced with hidden meaning in the Rava tongue that no doubt Ysabet thought clever. "Hm." "May I ask why you have come?" "I have business with your master." The man studies her more carefully. In the distance, Ljda can hear arrows nocked to bowstrings. "What manner of business? I was not told to expect visitors, and your face is not known to me." "You are not of importance. She will know, unless she truly has forgotten everything of her people." "Uh." "Tell her, pawn. Tell her Ljda Camoa, her master, awaits." The man swallows. An anxious, telling look up at the sentries, though he betrays no evidence he can see them, nesting in the overgrowth of the stronghold. He must simply trust that they are there, as he turns his back… "I'll have to ask you to stay here." An ironic chuckle. "Fear not. I shall not take any step closer to that impostor tree." Until she has dealt with Mrdja. Then, she shall deal with it, and anyone else in her way. The man scurries away, and she waits, and waits, and more eyes pop out from the fringes. More viera, some armed, some not. Many pilgrims, a couple of children. Ljda begins to feel a slight twitch of discomfort, and subtly gathers some power to her, ready to escape should their loyalty to 'Ysabet' prove too strong. But she has to trust. Trust that Mrdja would command she be unharmed. Whether through residual fondness or, perhaps more realistic, arrogance. And then…

… she is there. Flattering gasps follow her trail. She wears silk robes of teal, a slate-grey cloak sweeping behind, tight, efficient long gloves. A golden circlet with a single jade inset keeps her billowing, waist-length hair from her eyes. Yet her feet are bare, and every step causes the bloom of flowers in the wake of her tread. In her hand she bears the greatmace Læraðr, gnarled umber bark spiralling up the shaft before twisting around a great jade, glowing softly. Most pilgrims have never seen it, and of those who have, few have seen it brought to bear. Ljda chuckles. "You misjudge your audience, Mrdja. Am I meant to tremble at this show of vanity? Or is it for the benefit of your fawning supplicants?" Ysabet smiles, with little humour. "It is good to see you again, Ljda. The years have been kind." "For one of us, perhaps. You've grown fat," she spits out, meaning so much more than that. Decadent, slow, corrupted by ways not her own. "And you have grown old," responds Ysabet coolly, just as layered. Outmoded. Complacent. Unnecessary. But it hurts her to speak this way. A great respect lies beneath the surface, barely suppressed; but suppress it, she does. She cannot afford to give ground, here of all places. "The natural twilight of a life lived well." "Lived?" Ysabet barks out a laugh. "Within the narrow confines of a single grove? Yes, I once thought that was 'living', too…" "Yet you sought to return." Ysabet snorts, but has no response. "And, once spurned, to build your own pale imitation." Ljda looks around, disgust writ plain on her face. " "It takes time," says Ysabet, softly. "The work will outlive me. You taught me that much, Ljda. You taught me well." "Not well enough, Mrdja. Else you would not have considered this folly." "Mm. Perhaps not so much as the land. Was that not another of your lessons, master?" The word startles all around. Said with as much bitterness as could be mustered, yes; but a show of deference, all the same. "Country is its own teacher. And I have strode nations, Ljda, continents, worlds… taken all that they sought to teach me." "I have read your mad ravings," says Ljda. "Were they supposed to impress me?" "I saw the truth, committed it to paper. Make of it what you will, but do not doubt that." Ljda snorts. "You would say or do anything, Mrdja, if it was for approval. For respect. That was always your flaw, and I curse myself for never seeing it. Little wonder I find you in an edifice to your own glory, surrounded by fawning apprentices." Ysabet takes half a step back, the words leaving a mark, but Ljda steps forward-- "Call it whatever you will, Mrdja, but never claim this bastard offshoot is a true reflection of home! To say as much betrays you, either to be deluded and ignorant enough to believe it, or as a charlatan, determined to pass it off as truth to those too foolish to know better!" "It will grow," says Ysabet, hand shaking around Læraðr. "I will torch it. After I destroy you. My student." She spits the word. Gasps all around, and a few more likely apprentices go for their weapons, renegade viera reaching for their weapons-- "No!" Ysabet barks, holding up a hand, but she can think of nothing more to say. "She… I will handle this." "Will you, now." "No, Ljda, you… you cannot mean to kill me." Ysabet laughs, a sudden shock of disbelief. Another long stride forward. "I must. I sensed the corruption in you when you tried to return to Camoa. An incident," she adds drily, "one cannot help but notice you omitted from your precious Annals. Are some truths too hard for you to bear?" "To be loathed, feared… for whatever reason, outcast by my own people?" She laughs, bitterly. "How could they not be? And now, my own teacher exiles herself to murder me. So deluded, she thinks she does it for love." And Ljda lies. "There can be no room for love." "You thought it was mercy. I have no doubt, you would put me down tenderly, master, but I am not ready for the axe, yet." Her grip tightens white around Læraðr. "You shall not destroy what I have built. And you shall not claim me."

Ljda's cloak slips from her shoulders as she steps forward, in the traditional garb befitting her station, the green veil and drapes, the ochre body-paint, and the staff, that staff, the symbol of office Ysabet had so often eyed with envy, the one she had crafted, the one she would be buried with, lashing out, now, commanding wisps and spirits to strike out-- -- a sweeping gesture, Ysabet slaps them aside. Another assault, rebel vines snaking down from above, and Ysabet kills them with a thought, and sweeps aside the next burst of pure energy, angles herself back from a shard of concentrated air aimed squarely at her heart, and above, she can hear the anxious chittering of her charges, why is she not fighting back? Is she so pinned down? Well, of course she must step up her efforts for the audience. She would hate to be upstaged on home turf, and when the fury of the Sun itself is turned on her, she stares into it, steals it for herself, and hears the faintest catch of Ljda's breath -- at last, she has exhibited a power beyond what Ljda thought her capable of -- and lashes out with it. Her master steps back, repels and ripostes, counterthrust caught in a following strike from Ysabet, and for a moment the two are clashed in a battle of wills as their minds intertwine. And what Ljda sees--

horrors from lands far beyond, echoes of the dead from civilisations passed, a marble heart, thick white blood dripping from the corner of her mouth, the death rattle of gods, the debt of dragons, eyes closed in the void and the decision made, to die that the rest may live, but even then, she lingers on as others winnow away, destined to be all but alone with her thoughts

-- throws her back, and Ysabet hesitates for a fraction of a second. Near-fatal, as a giant slab of marble hurtles towards her, but she focuses her energy and shatters it with a blow of her mace as it comes to claim her. Ljda regathers herself, but Ysabet tires of holding herself back -- and, to a mix of emotions, realises Ljda has held nothing back. With seething hate and, yes, the embers of disappointed love, Ljda comes at Ysabet again and again, but each time her mastery of the elements is swept away, each of her blows finds itself outmuscled and outthought, her endurance waning, her speed lacking, as Ysabet steps, inexorably, forward, coming closer and closer to casting her out from the grove. And Ljda realises, with dawning horror, what Mrdja meant by country being her teacher. Perhaps in Camoa, it would be different. Perhaps not even there. For while the wind may be at Ysabet's back in this land, the fledgling Green Whisper in her service, it is not Tulque that empowers her, but the scars of her travels. Ysabet steps forward again, and all she has seen in her travels steps with her, distilled and channelled into an extension of her will and a gentle word, and Ljda's guard, desperately thrown up as the tides begin to turn, is shattered by a blow with a form no witness to the duel can perceive, yet leaves Ljda screaming in frustration and agony nonetheless. It has spilled no blood, left no scar, yet as Ljda sinks to her knees, it seems as clear as day that the duel is won. Ysabet rests the butt of her mace against the soil, dazed by her own success, and tries to piece together what happened. No, she knows, everything she did… even if the words do not quite describe the weaving of spells, even if there is no coherent order to events like the swings of a blade, her power does not come as a surprise to her. Yet… … she looks back on Ljda, and tries not to feel pity. Ljda is worth better than pity. She was Ysabet's master. She taught Ysabet all she knew. She seemed, within the confines of Camoa, at the very bounds of mortal power.

But she is no god, not even a primal. Those, and the few fellow mortals strong enough to contend with them, Ysabet has slain. By the dozen, at this point. The revelation makes her giddy, for a fraction of a second, before sadness takes hold. That feels more appropriate. A moment of inattention, and Ljda takes advantage; in her reverie, Ysabet only realises by the gasps of the others. A sentry slips down from a vantage point. "Shall we pursue?" The thought makes Ysabet sick. "I shall handle this myself, Krjn. Here." She hands her the mace, before sweeping off into the wilds. "I shan't need a killing tool any longer, that deed is done," she mutters with disgust, just loud enough for the pilgrims to pick up, and to worry.

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Do you have any headcanons for Legs? If not, then that’s okay <:)

Oh you better believe I have headcanons, especially for a man like Legs. He's pretty mysterious and doesn't say a lot which gives me the pleasure to make stuff up about him based on the little things we do know from the show. Legs is mysterious, very, he ain't saying nothin, he ain't trustin nobody and the only people he talks to are his close friends. And some of these headcanons are:

Now it's obvious that both him and Louie have been friends with Tony since childhood but I believe, what happened before they met, Legs had his own gang and would usually terrorize other students on the playground of the same catholic school the three were all attending. And one day when Tony witnessed what Legs and his team were doing to a kid, he realized the talent that this young boy has and so he asked if Legs would join his junior mafia. Legs said no at first but after he realized who Tony was the son of, he decided to give the junior mafia a try and what followed after was a long and tight friendship. (I will write a huge origin story one day, with thoughts and my own imagination at play. Because if the writers are not gonna do it then I'll do it myself)

In "Homie the clown" he said that he saw four krustys even after he rubbed his eyes to see straight, (Even though there were only two krustys) which makes me think that he could possibly be short sighted and therefore would wear glasses. Though he doesn't at times when he's at work because according to himself, "No person would ever be afraid of a mobster with glasses." But he does wear them while he's at home.

We obviously know he has a son named "Calves" who appeared in the comics along with Louie's son and Michael. But I choose to see that as non-canon (Since he only came up once in comics, counting as his only appearance and the show never hints to Legs's son), yeah Calves is cute but I don't really see him being Legs's son. Who I do see as his daughter would be Piper from Bossy riot in "Bart vs. Itchy & Scratchy", she has the same level of mischievousness as Calves does and is pretty extreme in her pranks. She's obviously Legs's daughter, with the way she's already in a sort of gang like friendgroup like Legs once was in his early childhood. (But I admit, calves could also exist in the real show. Though he would be the child of Legs's ex-wife, they divorced because of an affair he went through and so he sort of lost custody over Calves. Calves was also like 2 years old when that happened.) - Despite being so mysterious, he's actually the most kindest of the bunch. And he has been ever since childhood, his usual rambunctious demeanor was just for show and not tell what lies underneath him. But I do admit, he was more wild as a young kid than he is now. That likely changed due to his age but he is more calmer and friendlier than his childhood counterpart. He's the type of guy you can always wend yourself to if you have any problems and he also works as a sort of therapist for the other members, seeing as he has a degree in Psychology that he studied for as a second profession if his plans didn't go through in college. (he's a smart man, like I said)

Now Johnny Tightlips is a capo and Frankie is a soldier, Tony is the underboss and Don vittorio is the actual boss. Other mobsters we see are genuinely just soldiers or associates. Which leaves Louie and Legs to be uncategorized, And they're not really caporegimes either since there's already Johnny, Lefty and Righty in that position. Mafia's usually have three or four capos but I still choose to see Legs and Louie not as such, it just doesn't make sense. They started out with Tony as a small gang with only themselves to trust, it would have made sense if those two were capos back then since the gang was still small and struggling in the east end but as time flew by and more joined, Louie and Legs decided to step down from their capo positions to make room for Lefty and Righty, two more experienced capo's. And so they would stand back and just be hit-men, still involved in Tony's plans and operations.

Their friendship with Tony is what brings me to this conclusion, as capo's they had to spend most of their time outside on the streets with their soldiers, not even being close to Tony. So after Lefty and Righty joined, the two reduced themselves to being hit-men and bodyguards of Tony so that they could stay closer by his side and to protect him. Which would even make sense in reality since the two were never stated to be capo's, in the book Chief Wiggum's Book of Crime and Punishment, Legs is classified as the "Hired Goon" And the police records on the Springfield Mafia describe Legs as a "Gangster/Criminal/Suspicious" type of mobster. It wouldn't make sense for them to be capo's if they are so closely connected with Tony.

You know, Legs is very accompanied with the yakuza and other japanese mafias in springfield and the U.S.A so I feel like he knows a bit of japanese to talk with them. And he probably took karate when he was young.

Apparently in the Simpsons: Tapped out game Legs has 172 swiss army knives and he can't pay his rent because of that, which makes me think that he's got a serious problem. But hey, the man loves knives.

what He also mentioned in Tapped out was that he got a Master's in Fiscal Studies which makes me think Since he's an experienced mob doctor like Tony himself said

(Look at his cute ass smile when Tony mentions the slug, that is the smile of a son whose Father is telling other relatives about his talents) Which got me thinking. Okay so he went to college for two different reasons

He prolly studied another subject if his career as a doctor didn't go as planned. He's a pretty smart dude but still manages to fall for pranks set by other people, including Bart's. (One example is in the hilarious "Homie the clown" when Krusty asked to go the bathroom but actually left the country in reality, Legs said "When He's done in there, I gotta go" (Oh Legs, you sweet innocent man)

We don't even know his real name other than he's known as "Legs" because he's tall? And it can't be Max Legman 'cuz that just sounds like a child made it up, it's probably just an alias he uses when checking into hotels or telling girls in the nightclub to keep his cover. ( He's also shown to be quite the party animal seeing as he has appeared in some scenes like "Homerazzi" and "Flaming Moe's". Man likes to have fun.)

We know he has a slouched back and poor posture, which leaves some options for why it became that way. Maybe a injury to his spine or a disease that formed in his early childhood. I personally believe it could be Scheuermann's Kyphosis that caused his figure to turn out that way, it formed in his early childhood and when he was taken to the doctors because of it they advised for him a back brace since he was still a child and growing. His parents couldn't afford that, neither could they get physical therapy for him, they just barely could get money for pain medication to at least have their son in not all so much pain. But nowadays he got the needed Money to get physical therapy so that his condition isn't gonna get any worse.

I feel like he likes to listen to classical Italian music, opera especially, he's a big fan of Renata Tebaldi and Andrea Bocelli. Though his musical taste often gets in the way of Louie's whenever they are driving in the car, always arguing about what to put on. And sometimes even Tony gets caught in between their squabble, forcing the three to often drive around just sitting in silence.

His favorite dessert is Panna cotta. Which he usually orders when he, Louie, Johnny, Frankie and Tony go to La Coffee Nostra for some afternoon tea break from their work. - he's a professional pool player, just try and challenge him to a match, in the end you will only leave with a broken spirit. - He's honestly such a women magnet, not because it's his manners and ways of treating ladies but because it's also of his looks. (Man's got a good fashion taste) Each time he enters a new club all the ladies just swarm him and treat him to a drink. He often leaves clubs with lipstick marks all over his face. - Since he's the tallest out of everyone in the family, he likes to pick on Frankie and Louie who are the shortest of the bunch. They know it's all just fun and jokes but even they can get annoyed by Legs. Especially when he bends his knees to get down on their eye level to talk with them. Now these are just some of my many headcanons about it, Made for my own enjoyment.

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